"Why haven't I seen you around town?" His thumb caressed her skin.
She trembled, holding on to the steering wheel, forcing herself to watch the road. His touch was doing crazy things to her. She wanted to spread her legs and let his fingers wander higher.
Maybe he wasn't as far gone as she'd thought. Though he hadn't even realized he'd never told her where he lived.
"I moved here about six months ago." She swallowed. Her voice shook.
"My lucky night." He pointed toward the windshield. "I live over there. See that hedge?"
"Mm-hm." Her pulse accelerated.
"Don't hit my Harley." He removed his hand from between her legs.
Before she gathered her wits about her, she stood outside his door as he slipped the key into the lock and opened his apartment to her. He turned to her, a corner of his mouth tipping up. She moved closer, putting her arms around his neck.
Together, they moved inside.
Wyatt kicked the door shut. Conscious of checking to see if the kids were home and not hearing anything, she let herself go.
She ripped at his T-shirt, pushing her hands underneath. Spreading her fingers against his abdomen, she sucked on his tongue and closed her eyes. His hard body was the perfect size for her.
Big and powerful.
Strong and steady.
He spanned her ribcage with his hands and lifted her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Her head now higher than his, she cupped his face and deepened the kiss, taking charge.
The velvety warmth of his tongue stroked hers. Her body tingled. She clasped onto his beard, holding him close.
Her body tilted. She opened her eyes as he put her on a couch. His mouth left her, and his body moved down hers, spreading her legs. Her knees fell to the sides.
Wyatt hooked his finger in her panties, and not taking the time to remove them, pulled the crotch to the side. He licked her pussy from bottom to top, rolling over her clit with his tongue.
Her body arched. She reached above her head and fisted a pillow, a moan erupting out of her. His tongue went everywhere in deliberate strokes, not for her, but for him—which was beyond her biggest turn-on ever. His eagerness and enjoyment intoxicated her.
He slid his hands under her butt, pushing her jean skirt up to her waist and finding the top of her panties. She pressed her feet into the couch, lifting her middle off the cushion underneath her.
Wyatt's mouth left her, and he ripped the panties from her body and tossed them over his shoulder. She panted, breathing heavily.
The light from the kitchen gave her a view of his face right before he dove back between her thighs, and his tongue assaulted her. She bit down on her lip to keep from moaning loudly.
It was hard to believe she was here. He was here. She was doing this. He was doing that.
Her lower stomach tightened. She held her breath, holding back her orgasm.
He wouldn't let her.
Lapping his tongue, concentrating on the tight nub, he held her lower body prisoner. Warmth swirled inside of her. She panted, unable to hold back.
Her thighs clamped down on his head. Bucking against his mouth, she hissed, losing control.
Her climax came fast and heavy, pitching her head off the cushion. She strained, her whole-body vibrating. Grabbing his hair, she held him against her pussy and rode out her orgasm until her muscles released her, and she fell back against the couch.
Wyatt got up from between her legs, undid his belt, took a condom out of his wallet, and shoved his jeans to his thighs. Rolling on the protection, he gazed at her. She had no energy to close her legs in embarrassment.
He wiped his face off on the shoulder of his T-shirt, lowered himself on top of her, and captured her mouth. She had no time to react from the slight taste of her on his lips, and he slid his cock inside of her. She gasped, pulling herself out of the kiss.
Wyatt held still. "Okay?"
"Yeah." She puckered her lips and blew a steady stream of air from her lungs. "I...yi, yi, yi."
His gaze intensified, and he pumped his hips. The arousal that'd calmed inside of her woke up. She hooked her ankles behind his thighs and moved underneath him.
Her eyelids closed, and she forced them open. Sensitive from reaching her high, every thrust of his hardness stole every bit of control she had left.
She grabbed at his ribs, trying to brace against each plunge. Her thighs quivered, and she moaned, bringing her head up and biting his shoulder to keep from screaming.
He. Took. Her. There. Again.
Clawing at his back, she arched her neck, looking for his mouth. He found her. She stroked his tongue as he stroked her pussy.
His movements grew stronger, faster. She held on and mumbled against his mouth. Incoherent words only she knew the meaning of and came hard for the second time.
He pushed up on his arms, glancing down between their bodies, and then buried himself inside of her. She held him as he climaxed. His shudder ran through her.
After several minutes or maybe it was seconds, she couldn't be sure, he lowered himself down and rested his heavy weight on her. Looping her arm around his head, she squeezed her eyes shut, knowing that for her first one-night stand, it would never be more, and any sex in the future with someone else would never compare to the night she went home with Wyatt Carr.
She had a crush, an incredible admiration for the sexy guy in the apartment complex. For one night, she'd lived one of her fantasies.
Wyatt inhaled deeply, pushed off her, and stumbled to his feet. He walked across the living room to the hallway, weaving with each step. She sat up, straining to hear what he was doing. Because of the layout of the apartment, she recognized the hollow sound of footsteps on the linoleum in the bathroom.
Swallowing
